General Poetry posted December 10, 2017

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How not to wake up!

It Comes.

by Paul Bownas

Scraping, rasping furtive sounds,
The noise of night is all around.
Who comes a-calling late at night
Without the need or want of light?
What kind of creature now does creep
Upon that hallway dark and steep?
Haunting, strident, night owls screech,
What thing from yonder shadows reach?
Beyond the candle's light I cringe
As from the shadow's gloomy fringe
Before the candle, flickering, warm,
Comes oozing now, an awful form.
It slithers shapeless 'cross the floor:
I try to run towards the door,
But, frozen to the spot am I
That thing now casts its evil eye.
Malevolent, it hisses, spits,
My brain is helpless, gone my wits;
And now I smell its fetid breath,
What brings to me this thing of death?
What crime toward mankind have I
Committed so that I must die?
What fearful and atrocious thing
Has caused the night this beast to bring?
It drags me helpless to the stair,
To God I scream my final prayer.
Its teeth and jaws begin to rip,
From gaping jaws the blood now drips.
I struggle, squirming on the floor
Then someone knocks upon the door.
Thank God it is another day -
It's Mother with my breakfast tray!

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